Chapter 380: Notes

Culture room.. 」

「Specimen storage」

「Corpse world materials room」

「Philosophical zombie materials room」

「Weeping angel file.. 」

「Eternal ones.. 」

After a careful investigation.

Lin An felt a sudden shock.

From the second floor up, the whole tower was like a research institute, with densely packed labs and storage rooms numbering in the hundreds.

Without the system's privileges, he could not possibly understand the complicated text, as intricate as ornate patterns.

The tower is absolutely not a product of this world.

Just from seeing the laboratories hanging with unheard-of metal plaques, one could tell that the tower once had a large number of research personnel.

Is this place built by beings from another world?

Used to research something?

All documents and supplies have been moved out, leaving only some strange names.

After some exploration, Lin An actually saw the 【Shen Yuan World Specimen Room】.

The room storing the Shen Yuan World specimens was unremarkable; even among the scattered metal tags on the floor was 【adult black dragon bone marrow】.

No biological level was marked, but any adult black dragon is at least third-rank peak strength.

Unbelievable, terrifying.

From the information found, Lin An gradually pieced together the tower's original appearance in his mind.

This is a research institute built by another world; "they" studied products ranging from lifeforms that transcend rules, down to undead creatures from other worlds.

Third rank and even fourth stage were just a pile of materials in their hands.

Absolutely a high martial world.

Unimaginable; what kind of civilization built the tower?

Just as Lin An picked up the scattered 【World Will Research】 tag from the ground, a call from Gao Tian came:

「Lin Dui! 」

「Hurry up to level 7! 」

The voice was full of shock, as if seeing something extraordinary.

Level 7 of the tower.

The moment he stepped into level 7 again, the teleportation power he had felt before reappeared.

Vast and boundless.

The tower's level 7 actually lay within a new space.

Just like a space ring, this space's size obviously surpassed the area the tower could contain.

Lin An stared blankly at the enormous laboratory before him, stretching ten thousand meters, with various shattered experimental apparatus falling to the ground.

At the core were hundreds of cages that looked like confinement devices.

And Gao Tian stood before a lab bench, his eyes fixed tightly on a black-gold notebook on the bench.

Hearing Lin An's entrance, he snatched up the notebook and rushed to Lin An's face:

「Lin Dui!... 」

His voice was hoarse, full of disbelief.

On the black-gold-edged notebook, intricate and ornate writing was inscribed.

【Gate of Eternal Life】

Opening this book, you will attain the ultimate pursuit of any life: immortality.

The notebook is not thick, but its material is unusually tough.

Immortality!?

Lin An subconsciously took the notebook Gao Tian handed over, his fingertips flipping through.

On pages like parchment, lines of writing filled them.

Wuyuan Era - 99067 - 01-09.

In the seventh year after the Apocalypse broke out, I and my mentor Eve·Kunniir came to the experimental plane to study a new subject.

The creatures of this plane world are very weak, with nothing special about them.

Supplies were scarce, and experimental conditions were poor.

If there is anything that could make me feel relieved...

Probably just being able to stay away from the fear of the Apocalypse...

July 11.

I was ordered to establish a geothermal simulation system, and incidentally loaded Kane's Yang into the sky, loading my favorite stellar background.

I heard the situation in the main world is not good; our supplies have been cut off for a month.

Considering the food problem, we plan to build a continent for breeding organisms.

September 9.

My mentor suddenly interrupted my work cultivating organisms and summoned me back to the Black Tower.

He said he wanted to show me his latest technological achievement.

I could sense that my mentor's spiritual fluctuations were unusually excited.

Of course, I am also very much looking forward.

It is said that the mentor's research topic has been studied for over four hundred years.

That he could have a new breakthrough is truly surprising.

September 10.

I saw the mentor.

His mental fluctuations were abnormal; I saw traces of terror in his eyes.

I was very afraid, but he smiled unusually happily.

Is it an illusion?

Unexpectedly, the mentor did not display his research results; he simply had me go with him to the culture chamber.

There, he excitedly pointed at the dimensional labyrinth on the table.

He said this would be the greatest achievement in the history of the infinite planes.

I don't understand.

Inside the labyrinth there was only one worm, which looked like a low-level amoeba worm.

Such worms only eat and excrete; they hardly have any basic intelligence.

September 11.

Under continuous observation, the amoeba worm in a time-accelerated state began to crawl inside the labyrinth.

It was so stupid that it took seventy-seven years to traverse the labyrinth.

To be honest, I think it didn't walk out; it tried bit by bit to get out.

Just like a monkey typing on a typewriter.

Let a monkey type on a keyboard for a million years, and sooner or later it will coincidentally type out an 【Apocalypse Research Manual】.

September 12.

In my incomprehension, the mentor, with an almost reverent posture, threw the second amoeba worm into the labyrinth.

I thought I would have to wait another boring day, or rather seventy-seven years?

But.

That brand-new amoeba worm walked out of the labyrinth in just ninety-seven seconds.

Looking at the mentor's aged face, I faintly felt a sense of fear.

November 27.

After going out to complete the continental construction work, I have been wondering why that amoeba worm walked out of the labyrinth during this time.

Is it a coincidence? Or is that worm smart?

Carrying anxiety, I once again returned to the laboratory at the mentor's summons.

This time, the third amoeba worm traversed the labyrinth in just six seconds.

I don't know what the mentor did to the amoeba worm, but I only know.

The Black Tower began to have missing persons.

December 29.

Panic spread.

My best friend Gélúnsī told me the mentor had gone mad.

The mentor used his highest authority to arrest most of the researchers.

After Gélúnsī sent his final message, his spiritual imprint disappeared.

January 17.

In the new year, I was caught.

Escape was unsuccessful.

As the mentor with the highest authority, he could cut off the link between this plane and other worlds.

Under the mentor's warm invitation, I 'voluntarily' returned to the research laboratory.

Unexpectedly, the Black Tower gained many new members.

They seemed unaware of what had happened here a month ago.

January 19.

Inside the laboratory.

The mentor told me the secret of why the amoeba worm could exit the labyrinth.

"It's simple: just have the second worm 'eat' the worm that exited the labyrinth."

I cannot understand how this is done.

I saw my former colleagues, the missing persons of the Black Tower.

They were eating.

Arranged in a circle, they were like an endless snake biting its own tail.

When the mentor stood up, I saw his empty chest cavity.

The mentor said: I have achieved immortality.

April 9.

I found an opportunity to report the mentor to the plane inspector.

It's strange; I thought it wouldn't succeed.

But things happened just like that.

The instructor was executed, and the Black Tower returned to its former tranquility.

Because of the merit of reporting, I took over the mentor's position.

Sitting in the mentor's position, I opened his notes with curiosity and unease.

They were research notes spanning 700 years.

January 9.

I found the box left by my mentor.

Inside the box was only a piece of meat, looking shriveled.

The box was quite ordinary.

But I know I have already opened Pandora's Box.

The mentor was right.

He has achieved immortality; he really did it.

September 9.

I summoned my subordinate researcher, who was cultivating crops on the continent.

It could be seen that he looked forward to seeing me.

Because I told him I had researched a new topic.

October 10.

I took the researcher to see the amoebas in the labyrinth.

Perhaps my mental fluctuations frightened him; he was very afraid.

He anxiously asked me:

"Professor Freys? Are you still alright?"

I happily told him I was fine.

April 9.

I reported Professor Freys to the Planar Patrol Officer, who is also my mentor.

Because of the merit of reporting, I took over his position.

Sitting in his laboratory, I opened the notes of him and the previous mentor with unease and curiosity.

As the last page of notes was turned over.

Lin An's fingertips lightly trembled as they touched the last note.

The last page was filled with ornate, elaborate script.

Dark red characters filled the field of vision.

I have achieved immortality!!!